Chapter 19

Behind Yang Zhu, a mighty crowd of over a thousand followed, the grand spectacle drawing the attention of cultivators outside the city.

After stepping forward with doubts to inquire, they joined the ranks without hesitation.

Although most couldn't keep up, there were nevertheless some veteran elders of various sects whose profound strength allowed them to barely trail behind Yang Zhu.

Deep in the mountain range, a man and a woman were hurrying toward Vermilion Bird City, chatting and laughing along the way.

"The Holy Body is nothing special; not daring to show his face for so long, Wang Yang's defeat must have been a fluke."

"No matter how you say it, Wang Yang was a Holy Son like us, yet he was killed just like that—we must avenge him!"

"If we encounter him, we'll surely reduce him to ashes; the majesty of our sect brooks no provocation."

As they spoke, the woman suddenly felt a chill in her heart, a boundless killing intent washing over her, making her delicate frame shudder.

Whoosh! A streak of golden divine fire, extremely fast, arrived before her eyes in the blink of an instant, then engulfed her.

The golden divine fire blazed fiercely; though its temperature was not high, the power it released seemed capable of refining everything in the world.

The divine fire scorched her, not only causing excruciating pain in her flesh that almost made her convulse, but also igniting her soul; the tearing anguish almost made her faint.

"Ah… ah!"

The woman only managed to utter two wails like those of a vengeful ghost before being reduced to ashes! All this happened in the flash of lightning and stone; before her companion could even react, she had already been incinerated.

Next, a mighty battle intent surged like a tsunami; relying on instinct, the remaining Holy Son threw a punch to block.

A golden sea of bitterness arrived instantly; its terrifying aura, so powerful it made one's heart tremble, let this Holy Son instantly realize who had come.

Yang Zhu's fist struck his arm with a soft "pfft," and in an instant the Holy Son's entire arm was crushed to pieces.

The arm exploded into a mist of blood, leaving only a few shreds of flesh hanging from his shoulder; blood spurted forth like a pillar.

A hidden force traveled along his shoulder into his body, causing his innards to churn.

The tremendous force shook him, sending him flying backward; as he went, he kept spitting mouthfuls of blood mixed with large amounts of shattered organs.

Though he was a Holy Son with extraordinary abilities, even after sustaining such grave injuries he quickly adjusted his posture in midair.

After flying back several hundred meters, he twisted his body and planted his feet on a huge peak, barely managing to stop.

The instant he tried to rise, the peak beneath his feet exploded with a soft "pfft" into countless fragments—showing just how tremendous the blow was.

"Not good!"

He lifted his head, and through his bloodshot eyes saw a figure standing ahead.

Yang Zhu wore a spotless white robe; his bearing was calm and unperturbed, transcendent and otherworldly, like a banished immortal descending, not of this mortal realm, sacred and inviolable.

The Holy Son felt from Yang Zhu an immensely powerful aura, knowing he stood no chance; he turned and fled without a moment's hesitation.

Yang Zhu watched him, speaking neither word nor giving chase, his demeanor as tranquil as a deity.

After the opponent had fled several dozen kilometers, Yang Zhu clenched his palm, condensing golden qi and blood into a heavenly blade.

He suddenly swung it; the heavenly blade instantly expanded to a hundred meters, brimming with endless divine radiance, blazing to the utmost, as he slashed at the Holy Son.

Pfft! The heavenly blade swept across the sky; with unmatched might, the Holy Son was instantly cleaved in two, blood spraying, his body and spirit annihilated on the spot.

The Yin Yang Sect's two Holy Son and Holy Daughter fell in succession within an instant.

Yang Zhu hovered in midair, his heart without the slightest ripple; since the Yin Yang Sect sought to deal with him, he naturally would not go easy.

Even without grudge, Yang Zhu would not be moved, for the Yin Yang Sect is no good lot, specializing in seizing boys and girls to refine secret arts, deeply nefarious.

By the time the cultivators chasing from behind arrived, they saw only a pool of blood mist clinging to the mountain and the severed ridge; from the lingering aura they knew that Holy Son's cultivation was at least the Other Shore Realm.

"The Holy Body truly is formidable; it lives up to being one of the most astonishing physiques!"

"I think even a God King Body would not be his match."

"An Other Shore Realm expert couldn't even block a single strike from Yang Zhu—truly formidable to the extreme."

The cultivators all exclaimed that the trip hadn't been in vain, to witness such a shocking scene.

Yang Zhu merely paused a moment, then wandered nearby; anyone from the Yin Yang Sect he encountered was swiftly slain by him.

He hurried along, slaying over a hundred people; most died in a single blow, some not even knowing what happened before being blown into a mist of blood.

The cultivators following Yang Zhu also trailed him; each time they saw him act, they were shocked, sighing that a Great Accomplishment Holy Body being able to contend with a Great Emperor was no empty claim.

After slaying over a hundred, Yang Zhu returned to Vermilion Bird City and issued a bold proclamation: anyone from the Yin Yang Sect daring to enter within ten li would be suppressed and slain by him!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire city erupted in an uproar once more.

"I had imagined the Holy Body would be strong, but I didn't expect it to be this strong!"

"This is utterly disregarding the Yin Yang Sect!"

Yang Zhu's series of actions spread like wings across the entire Eastern Wasteland.

Even when the several great holy lands and ancient aristocratic families heard of it, they were dazed and could hardly believe it for a long time.

The Holy Son and Holy Daughter were killed, and the news quickly spread back to the Yin Yang Sect; upon hearing it, the whole sect was enraged—this was a complete disregard for them; if they took no action, they would surely lose face in the Eastern Wasteland.

That very day, an elder in seclusion emerged from his retreat, rushing to Vermilion Bird City intending to slay Yang Zhu and defend the sect's dignity.

Within a single day, seven elders of the Yin Yang Sect arrived one after another at Vermilion Bird City, clamoring that Yang Zhu was excessively presumptuous and demanding he come out to die.

Yang Zhu felt no fear; in the end, those seven powerful figures who had lived for several hundred to a thousand years were each suppressed and slain before Vermilion Bird City.

The spilled blood dyed great expanses of the mountains outside the city red, and among them were several shattered supreme treasures; the scene was horrifying.

The news transmitted back to the Yin Yang Sect left everyone silent, a fear weighing upon their hearts.

All disciples returned that day, none daring to step even half a pace outside the Yin Yang Sect.

Any cultivator who witnessed Yang Zhu's battle could not help but feel admiration.

The Holy Body is too strong; so strong that they could spend their whole lives and still see no hope of catching up.

Over the next two days, many veteran elders of the Yin Yang Sect came forward to try to salvage the sect's last shred of dignity.

But their fates were all the same—each was suppressed and slain by Yang Zhu!

Even though their realms far surpassed Yang Zhu's, not a single one could endure ten exchanges against him.

Moreover, after so many battles, Yang Zhu's qi and blood remained vigorous, never showing the slightest decline; his divine power seemed endless, never to be exhausted.

As a result, afterwards, the Yin-Yang Sect, after being beaten, had no one daring to fight back; they all became like mutes.

The entire sect, up and down, was utterly humiliated! Vermilion Bird City, over these two days, likewise spread its fame across the Eastern Wasteland, and many cultivators flocked, just to witness the might of the Holy Body.

"If the Yin-Yang Sect dares to act recklessly again, I will surely come and eradicate you root and branch!"

Three days later, Yang Zhu left a single bold statement, then departed.

(End of chapter)